The only thing worse than moving is... moving! That’s what I thought when I was going to visit my parents in my historical homeland. I prepared in detail for my return - I made an agreement with my father, submitted documents to the University of Lescant, and even bought a brand new hammer for a workshop on invention. It seems like I took everything into account, but... Fate sent me a pointy-eared klutz who managed to ruin all my carefully thought-out plans and turn my life upside down. Take, for example, the fact that now, instead of studying what I love, I am forced to comprehend the intricacies of elven culture...